Saturday, June 23, 2018

Summer Shores

“Her soul trembled on her lips like a drop of dew on a flower.”
Victor Hugo ‘Les Misérables’

In crochet lace I walk barefoot through the roses.  Petal laden path,  the scent of Summer everywhere.   Day dreams of the sea and white laced shores.    

“ Summer, 
an eternal poem.”
Kerrie Sanderson

Washed by the sea

Wash Of Roses are in my Shop for Summer